#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
As I lay on my back,
The beautiful scenes,
Which I love to see,
The moments of calmness, peace, and tranquility
Where everything is easy and wishful,
where I won't have to worry about hurts and pains,
Where things are professed with genuine heart,
And the only language known is the dance of the imaginable scenes,
that has crept through the mind in the sweet sleep,
I wish they were real,
but all is in the dreams of the night.